“Not much happens, really. In each class we get our syllabus and our first reading assignment, and maybe a bit of homework. How is your business?”...“Busy, which is a good thing. Have you talked to Cheryl?”“Almost every day. She’s doing OK, I guess. She did go see the counselor you recommended, but she quit going. I’m not sure why. She seems to be doing better, though I’m a bit worried about her.”“Why?” I asked.“I’m not sure I should say, but I need to talk to someone.”“I’ll keep it to myself,” I. I guess she called you?”“Yes, Linda called me. Now this is my turn to be the big sister for you, and help my best friend. When did you last eat? Yesterday? Yea, what I thought. Go upstairs, shower, change your clothes, shave, then come back down here. You take care of yourself, I will make you something to eat, then we talk. Got it?”I nodded, then pulled her into a hug. “Thanks Holly.”“Hey, that’s what we are friends for. Now go up and do that, you stink!” And with a gentle push she headed me. His teeth descended on her nipples, biting gently, grinding back and forth and sending stabs of delight through her body. She felt her vagina contract, hot, wet and aching with desire. His penis, rock-hard, slid up between her legs, and the head touched her bush, pushing between the pulsating lips and into her, thrusting past her clitoris and into her canal.She groaned, and then the animal in her came to the surface and she whispered in his ear, "Deeper, deeper, oh, God, fuck me, Donald, fuck. But, the one thing he was most noted for and he most often practiced and which drew the greatest of questions was that, above all else, Bryan Laylor was a buttsniffer.With wealth overflowing his coffers, Bryan built Layland Court into a walled community in the center of the Principality of Layland. That community is home to seven of his closest long-time friends who are beautiful females from the ages of 41 down to teens and all of them help with the logistics and administration of Layland. .